I love to write.  I don't do it much anymore, but I love to write.  And every now and then I like to get on here and write an entry.  Something that will somehow captivate attention, but not so much for its own sake.  More for the sake of communicating God's truth to human hearts and human minds.  Something that I hope will address the soul in a way that really makes people think and act differently.

Then it happens: Writer's block.  I want to write something profound and really nothing comes to mind.  I think, "Well, it really has all been said before," or, "I really have nothing to say on any subject tonight."  And my writer's block, it seems, has become a bit of a brick wall FULL of writer's blocks!

Then I get this really silly idea: I'll write about writer's block.  And then my thoughts turn on me again and say, "Why, so you can hope to impress people with your Mr. Know-It-All-ness?"  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Maybe the writer's block is there for a reason.  To remind me who it is that really holds all knowledge and wisdom.  And if I have writer's block, it is because He has put it there.

And so there it sits.  And here I sit.  And until the block is pulled away by Him in whom we live, move, and have our being I have to submit to its relentless torture until my heart is set free.

There are, of course, more blocks in life than writer's block.  There is Compassion Block: when we are too busy to care about the people around us.  We can't stand whiners, so we don't hang with them or listen to them.  Problem people, in short, annoy us.  But when the chips are down, we just as quickly wear our emotions on our sleeves like merit badges and expect to be coddled.  Or worse yet, we can our feelings and just simmer, turning in on ourselves and becoming imbittered.